The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The letter lay on the workbench, its ink still wet enough to smudge if one were careless, though my fingers were steady enough to hold the quill without trembling, which was more than I could say for my lungs. It was a bill from the apothecary in the valley, itemizing the cost of the opium tincture I had purchased for Silas, three weeks’ worth, and the total was a sum that made my stomach turn...

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